I don't think the word depressed
Is necessarily the right word to describe me.
I think I'm just done with the world's bullshit.
Done waking up every day just to do the same thing
Walking through the same pointless routine
Just to reach the same end goal:
Sleep.
But sometimes I hope to never wake up
And that's when I realize maybe I am depressed.
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Poems From a Heavy Heart
PoetryA collection of poems that explores heartbreak, the struggles of someone in the LGBT community, love, and mental health struggles such as dissociation, anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts.
